the secret code
to separate the coin from the gold
Just try
to separate your scream from
your night time dream
Just try
to separate the parts from the car
you won’t get very far
Just try
to separate the legs from the table
you’ll find you won’t be able
Just try
to separate the reader of this rhyme
from the being that survives
death time
Just try

How many winters will I brave
How many things will I crave
How many summers will I see
How many people will I be
How many more tears will fall
How many times will I climb that wall
How many mentioned in my will
How many wishes unfulfilled
How many nights of restless sleep
How many promises will I keep
How many rainbows will I see
one or two or thirty three?

This Winter
surprisingly
is more like spring
No frozen pipes
No overcoats
Early bursting buds and tiny flies
Sunshine and short sleeve shirts
Sitting in the garden
out of sync
somewhat confused
Summer drinks
are on the tray
We're behaving like it's
a summer day

Silently
Grains of sand are falling slow
something like flakes of snow
that melt before they touch the ground

Silently
Moments come and moments go
No one even knows
like waves of sound

Silently
We drive the winding road
Life after life with nought to show
but still we double down

Silently
Flying high and swooping low
falling like a crippled crow
another king uncrowned

The antisocial media
Is spying with their cyber eye

They know more than we think
They tell us where to buy and sell
what to eat and what to drink

They siphon off our code
and tell us how to vote

Their surreptitious spin
explains the state that we are in

The privacy of ancient times
has drifted away
and the piracy of modern days
is here to stay

It seems to me
our times have become present perfect for many
For others our times have become tortured
and utterly imperfect

Cambridge Analytica knows
every thing about almost everyone
who is connected addicted infected
by a need to be seen and heard
by imagined minds

Cambridge Analytica
will tell and sell to anyone
who wants to be respected selected
elected

Cambridge Analytica
turned the tide in The British Isles
Their algorithms slithered
through the cyber-slush of Facebook
and found three million voters
who had never ever exercised
their democratic right
Then for gain they sold their names
to the ‘Leave’ campaign

And now those who were already rich but wanted more of it
have their Brexit

Here I sit all on my own
with noone else in sight
I don't mind if it's dark
or if there's some light

My company is fine for me
I don't need someone else
I've said so much all these years
I've no tales left to tell